This is a song about "Package design"

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Like a fuckin design, no need for profits i already got mine,

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

I come up with new design for life every time my mind grinds

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

If you got design skills at all, homie holler

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her